In Vino Veritas

• Ah! One again the sweet feeling of boundless possibility. A dog howls sweetly next to a trailer. I'm far. On the threshold of the Next. How I yearn for these moments. I may be theatricizing but this I think might be my drug: unknown newness, the not-knowing where or when the scene is going to cut next. I was correct in assuming this is part of what Me in this life yearns for and is satisfied by. Howl away, dog! It's your world! You're free to howl if you want to! I'm free to howl if I want to! • I've learned some things and some possibilities which I can apply to boost my life in the right direction, the make-me-feel good direction, which is always the right one. Always a step away from destruction, always at a safe distance from sad comfort. • A butterfly, some smiling older people, a howling dog at a brown riverbank; my companions at the Edge of the World. • My aim should be to be an inhabitant of the Edge of the World, meaning, the borders of my land are always moving, always striving to become "edgier" as I take pursuit, never quite reaching the edge, as it doesn't exist. Epporo si muove.